№ 07 — Rushit Shah, works

You were told you could go back. To before the cities. Before the compromises. Before you started agreeing to things. Look at the bottom of this. The lines leave white. Single. Nothing on them yet. Now look up. They didn’t get lost. They got complicated, and that is a different thing entirely. Every distance added something. None of it asked first. You can’t travel and stay simple. You were never supposed to.
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